Esma’s POV
“Thank you for tonight, Reed. I enjoyed it a lot, and I mean it,” I said as we were heading back to our pack.
Reed smiled at me once before looking at the road again. He looked so adorable when he concentrated. He didn’t notice, but he bit his lip whenever he was deep in thought, which made me bothered for some unknown reason.
As if in cue, he looked in my direction and caught me staring at him and smiled his slow sexy smile, which could melt the coldest of the hearts.
“Me too,” he said after a pause. “I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed something this much,” he said and pulled my hand over his mouth and placed a brief kiss over it.
We were still an hour's ride away from my pack, so I switched on the radio. He looked at me challengingly, and I raised my eyebrows in the same manner.
I quickly adjusted it to my favorite radio station, and the lyrics of Beyoncé filled the car.
Reed hummed the lyrics, and my eyes could pop out of my sockets. He had listened to it. He smiled knowingly and continued driving home.
“This is 'Crazy in Love,' by the way,” he said as he turned to the road which takes us to our pack. I looked at him, surprised.
“Huh?” His smirk widened even more, and my heart beat fast in my rib cage. Why did he affect me so much?
“The name of the song is 'Crazy in Love,'” he said without looking at me this time. I could feel he was trying to look oblivious, but the shade of pink on his ear betrayed him.
“You listen to Beyoncé?” I was surprised, if anything.
“Diana has a very versatile taste in music,” he said and shook his head. My lips formed an “O” shape.
“But you beat her,” he said, and his eyes danced with amusement. My cheeks burned in embarrassment, and I prayed the car swallowed me.
He was referring to the last time he saw me dancing my ass off to that song. We had come so far from then.
“That was…. That was…” I closed and opened my mouth, trying to say something, but the further embarrassment only made me redder.
“That was good. I would like to see that dance again,” he said, and he smiled his full-blown smile. His eyes darkened, and my stomach dipped at the intensity. He stopped the car when we saw the signboard telling us that we had reached the Blue Moon pack.
My heart was thundering in my chest vigorously. I could feel the burning and increasing tension between us. He opened his seatbelt and finally turned to look at me.
“Now, mate. Where are my kisses?” The butterflies in my stomach flapped their wings angrily at his words. My wolf, as if listening to his voice, scratched her ears. She was more excited than me.
“Umm….” I shuffled in my seat, trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip, and a growl rumbled in his throat. Fuck, that was sexy.
He leaned down so that his lips were bare inches away from me. “Don’t bite them. I want to do it,” he whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils. I lost contact with my surroundings.
I swore I saw galaxies in his eyes. His eyes were so mesmerizing. It was like they were pulling me closer with the intense gravity to collide with them for a big bang. I closed my eyes, and he closed the distance between us. His lips touched mine, and my insides melted under his hot breath. He deepened the kiss and plunged his tongue inside my mouth.
I moaned loudly, and as if he liked my reaction, he groaned. Our tongues caressed each other, fighting for the battle of dominance. He didn’t stop until I submitted. His kisses were rough and demanding and forcing as he nibbled hard, taking my lower lip in between his teeth. I moaned loudly, and he got more excited as his throat vibrated, and a loud guttural growl escaped his lips between the kisses.
His lips were moving so fast over mine, I tried to match his pace, but he was a dominant wild animal.
Though his lips were heavenly soft and feather-like, they were equally rough and demanding. I broke the kiss to breathe, and he immediately attacked my neck; he trailed the kisses from my ear lobe and soon stopped on my sweet spot, just where his mark was that he didn’t know about. I moaned as he bit into my flesh hard this time.
He trailed more kisses down my neck before finally meeting my lips again and licking my bottom lip this time, and god, if it was not sexy as hell.
He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself. Our breath was equally rugged and labored. “Let’s get us back to the pack,” he said, and the words were pregnant with the unspoken promise.
I lifted my hand and touched my lips. The taste of him still lingered on my taste buds, my lips were swollen, and I peeked through my lashes only to meet his intense gaze. His eyes darkened at my reaction, and I looked away and tried to concentrate on the greenery outside. I didn’t know if I could survive one more night with him.